If all of Stephen King's bad guys were after each other, who
would win and why?

Well,
being from Colorado and having stayed at The
Stanleymany times, I have to say that my favorite bad guy would be the actual hotel in The Shining!

The Overlook Hotel holds a huge amount of history and spirit power.
It is then, the place itself that has grabbed me by my fear straps and gives me
a respectable sense of the heebie-jeebies.I’m not sure it would matter how badass you are … could you stay
focused? Could you stay sane enough? Could you win (and actually know it)?
Well, if you are staying at The Overlook? I think not. J

Give
a Treat! A simple one for you and the kiddies. This one
was a hit at school and if you like pudding and cookies, you’ll love it!

Pudding, food coloring and Oreo crumbles. I had
originally found this on the mommysavers.com website where they use vanilla
pudding.

The kids loved it and so did I!Book and elevator pitch for one of your books!Crash Landing - It’s amazing to me how quick we are to believe what is put before us. It’s 1897 and an alien crashed and of course died, and the government has his body? Did NO ONE ask…what if he had lived?

They were given a beginning of a story and each writer passed the torch to the next train car (blog) to continue the story. We had no idea where it would go or how it would turn out, but it's a great story and you will never guess what happens next!Follow the train to see how the story goes and to get to know some of the new authors.Blog
Train Halloween Story!

Members of the train will follow in the order of their
cars to complete the following Halloween story.

Follow the train to see how the
story goes and to get to know some new authors!(If you have just arrived, click here to go to Train Car #1 for the beginning of the story!)

Buried Alive?

I panic. I can’t shake off the visions. I can’t squirm because
there is no room. All I feel is pure fear. I put my hands to my head, squeezing
my eyes shut as I hold back a scream. But wait, what’s that? This is not my
face.

I feel pockets and grooves…what is this? I follow a slimy tendril
back behind my right ear. It seems to go right into my skull. I am in shock,
and I freeze. I want to get out of here! I try to call out, but somehow cannot
find my voice.

Just then, a tapping breaks through the silence. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. What the
hell is that? The tapping goes on for what seems to be hours, and I get dizzy
and slip into unconsciousness.

A voice - cold, detached, clinical: "She's panicking. Push two CCs of diazepam..."I float free of anxiety. I am confused, but not worried about the confusion. Why this distant memory of fear?"Okay good. Heart rate's coming down, blood pressure's easing. Nobody's ever made it this far. My friends think the transplant may be stabilizing..."